I have been an avid techno head for many years. From when I was a child, obsessively tapping out beat structured compositions in the bathtub when I was three years of age, with the compelling need to continue, not satisfied with a point in which to finish. It was common to dunk my head under the water, and listen to the echo effects of the porcelain being hit and hearing the subsequent wave being produced. When somewhat older, I used to close off repeatedly one or the other of my ear canal by folding my ears into little encased sound chambers, or push against the flap that can cover the ear canal, rapidly doing this back and forth, I discovered that I was chopping left and right frequencies and at a higher rate of matched speed, I was creating acid hardcore tunes before they were being dreamt about in other people's beds or heads in bed. 

It wasn't until I discovered my own heartbeat as a source of difficulty. Unfortunately that compulsion, that obsession to see that my heart was still beating, ultimately left me in the hospital for 30 days on a heart monitor due to having my heart artificially stopped twice, to re-regulate the rhythm. 
Of course I could match beats with a lover's pulse, or slow the heart down until my body erupted into sweat, but these actions were all preparing for my first listen to a techno tune. Suffice to say, I am a techno head.

Nate Edwards.